Chapter 28

“You’re so pretty,” said Marc.

Nari shared more photos of herself. A picture of her at the beach in a bikini, a shot of her at Halloween dressed as a cheerleader. It made Marc feel extremely horny.

“Why don’t you show me what you look like?”

Marc froze. He wasn’t ready to do that. He felt like a complete loser compared to the incredibly hot girl on the other end of the call. She was so slim and pretty and he was just average. Just a regular looking guy who spent more time at his computer than exercising. He wasn’t like Theo, who would have no problem sharing a photo of his physique.

“Um, give me a sec,” he said.

Nari laughed and Marc looked through his photos to find something where he looked remotely attractive.

“Come on, I showed you mine…” Nari teased.

Marc finally settled on a picture. One of him in skinny jeans and a plain black t-shirt, standing under a neon light at a bar in The Circuit. The purple and blue hues falling over him, he thought, made him look dramatic. His face lowered, so that it couldn’t be seen. He wondered if Nari would mind. He wondered if maybe that was the smart thing to do. She seemed great, but he was careful online. Of course he was. She wasn’t necessarily who she claimed to be though it seemed hard to dispute that the voice matched the images she sent, it all seemed perfect. She seemed perfect.

“Oh you’re so handsome, and so serious, look at you,” Nari giggled.

Her voice made him feel so good, just hearing her speak sent a tingle down his body.

“Thank you.”

“But I wanna see that face too, come on, send another! You know exactly what I look like. Fair is fair.”

“Ok, ok,” Marc said.

He couldn’t say no. She kept sending him pictures, why shouldn’t he send some of his own. Why shouldn’t he just do what she told him? He found a photo that made him look ok, with light stubble and his hair actually styled for once and sent it.

“Well, what do we have here? A very lovely boy. Aren’t you just such a handsome sweetie?”

Marc blushed. He loved hearing her talk like that.

“Thanks, Nari.”

“Oh, you are just gorgeous, aren’t you? Where were you in that first picture? It looks familiar.”

“You remember Kiken? That Japanese place?”

“Oh right, is that near your place?”

“Not far away,” Marc said.

“Oh, so where exactly are you?”

Marc hesitated. “I don’t like to say, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, totally. I get it.”

“Sorry.”

“Aww, no it’s cool. You’re so good. Relax, you don’t even need to think about it, ok?”

“Ok.”

“You don’t need to think about anything. You’ve been worrying so much but now you can relax. You did what you wanted to do. You cracked the drive, you found the cameras. Your friends can handle it from here, can’t they?”

“Yeah, they can.”

“And you can stay with me.”

“I’d like that.”

“I know, sweetie. I know you’d like to stay with me. You want to relax with me, don’t you?”

“I do.”

Nari’s voice shifted to something less cute and sweet and more sultry and seductive. The change wasn’t enough to give Marc pause. If anything, it made him more attentive to what she was saying.

“And relaxing just feels so good when you’ve worked so hard. Has it been hard, Marc?”

Had he told her his name? He couldn’t remember.

“Yes, Nari, it’s been hard.”

“So hard, so so hard Marc. You must feel it but it’s ok to relax, even if it’s hard.”

Marc drifted on her words, his head bobbing around as she whispered into his ears. He loved relaxing and her voice sounded so soft and sexy and the images on the screen in front of him, of her, were making it hard alright.

“In fact, you can just rest and relax for me, you can just… sleep for Mommy.”

A moment of realisation hit Marc like a truck. The words on the screen, in that spiral, that’s what they said. Then his head dropped and he couldn’t lift it.

“Good boy Marc, Mommy will take good care of you. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes Mommy,” Marc replied.

He didn’t even think about it. The words fell from his mouth automatically.

“Good, doing so well for me, falling deeper under my spell now. And Marc, tell me, do I turn you on?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“What do you like most about me?”

“Your eyes Mommy, and your voice.”

“So sweet… stare into the pictures I sent, my eyes so beautiful, and imagine me there now, with you in the room, guiding you to bed. Can you feel it?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“And as I climb on top of you and pull my skirt up, you can feel my pussy wrapping around your hard cock, can’t you?”

“Yes,” Marc whispered, his breathing quickening.

“And you stare deep into my eyes as I move up and down on that cock, milking you of your resistance, of your will, of your knowledge. You love this, don’t you?”

“I love it, Mommy.”

“But if you want to cum for Mommy, you have to tell me everything. Mommy can hardly come take care of you for real if she doesn’t know where you are. Doesn’t that make sense?”

“It makes sense.”

“So where do you live?”

It took a moment, as deep in Marc’s mind an alarm sounded, but he couldn’t take his eyes from Nari’s and his cock started leaking at the idea of cumming inside her perfect body. He spilled everything, his address, his full name, his friend’s names.

“What a good boy you are for Mommy. I’m going to count from ten to one, and when I reach one, you’re going to cum for me, cum inside me. As I bounce up and down on your cock, feel my pussy tighten.”

“Yes Mommy,” Marc said, lost in pleasure.

“Ten, feeling my body trapping you.”

Marc could vaguely hear something beyond his headphones. A soft thumping, getting louder.

“Nine, know that whenever you hear me say ‘sleep for mommy’ you’ll go back to this state.”

The thumping grew even louder. Muffled voices could be heard. Marc ignored it.

“Eight, mind weak and open to my words.”

He could almost make the voices out now.

“Seven, body completely in thrall to me and only me.”

A knock on Marc’s door was not enough to rouse him.

“Six, your cock pumping into my pussy, making me go faster.”

Another, louder knock. Marc didn’t care.

“Five, so ready to orgasm for me and give yourself to Mommy.”

This time a bang and someone shouting, but Marc only focused on Nari.

“Four, feeling my words filling your mind, just hearing my voice turning you on so much.”

The door handle jiggled. Someone trying to get in.

“Three, accepting that you obey Mommy, you love Mommy, you need Mommy Nari.”

A huge crash came, but the door didn’t open.

“Two, loving the feeling of being with me, being inside me, being mine.”

The door burst open and Marc felt the headphones ripped from his head. Four CaliaCorp security people surrounded him, fully covered in black uniforms with helmets and masked faces. He blinked his eyes and took his hand off his cock. He didn’t even remember putting it there.

“What? What’s going on?”

No answer from the masked security team. One of them whipped a bag over Marc’s head, and another lifted him from his chair, his cock still hard and hanging in the air. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and they led him away.

“Nari, anyone, help!” he cried, as they pushed him out of his apartment, and dragged into some sort of vehicle. He couldn’t see a thing, he only knew what it was when he heard the door slam, and it pulled away.